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Silk Sonnet --

I like to feel the shape of you
through silk shorts
the cool thin cloth
clings to your taut flesh
that I may outline with fingertips
that part of you
 that becomes
a part of me
so that when I remove
the silk,
 slowly down your long lean legs
stopping here and there with  moist lips
my sensous scouts...
my tongue learns
what path to take
to bring you
 pleasure


RJD -- © July l998



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Silk Haiku -- 

clouds press down on river

delta...sliding rain along

her smooth banks...

-- DSF copyright 7/98

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July -- 1998

the sun heats our skin...and often confuses thought...

but at night, she removes restrictive clothing...until I am naked,

looking up at her beautiful, elven face, and her deliciously naughty

smile --

"Be still," she tells me...

"And let me love you..."

And cool lips caress me...my body covered with electric current, and the

sweet nectar of her tongue --

I hear my voice, singing from a distance...

of new-born galaxies...of earth...of sky...

of a passion that has become wordless...

and it is my turn...to kiss those cool lips, and to explore 

the wonder of her body...

-- DSF 7/98

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June -- 1997

I remember...fresh from rain, you coming to me...

Great Bear above wheeling in the sky, as you dance upon me...

Naked and beautiful...and the sky pours down on grateful earth...

copyright 6/27/98 -- DSF
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Afteroon...dalliance in flower...

I awaken to phone ringing -- trying (without success) to sound 
"awake," I mumble...

"Lo?"

"Hi!" a voice of light and clear thought...clear water over
dry stones of my waking mind...

"I've discovered I can sunbathe, practically nude..." she says,
at some point
in the conversation...

immediately...blood flow in my body changes...I see her, so 
clearly...so wonderfully naked and beautiful, my heart cries...

"Oh, Isaeri..."

and through the connection of wires and junctions and terminals
and relays and chips...

she undresses me...as I undress her...

and as I linger, watching the dew of the flowered lips...

I sigh...

as she does...

our hearts beating against one another...

DSF -- 6/98 -- copyright

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While driving I-70 I thought...


When we looked...first across airport faces, searching for

the one 

not knowing who was the one...

Even then, the sheets were ironed, and the pillow cases likewise
    
      smoothed...prepared for the night --

      sometime yet to come...

When I would lie with you...

      your body warm against mine

      your lips against mine...

My rising equus to the soft petals of sweet flower...

      and into your eyes I fell...

      never wanting to leave...

Never having left...

And when you called me back, asking with shy smile, "Would you 

      kiss me?"

The room was rich with the perfume of you...

And our cries and sighs waiting to be sung...

Our touch was tender, but tentative...passionate

But nothing that we could imagine prepared us

      for this sense, that even when you are 1,000 

      miles away...my sheets feel cooler, 

Because you are not sleeping beneath the window of the stars...

-- DSF 5/9/98







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Isaeri sings to me --

-- Circle Talking --

I leave work
the evening is at  twilight
and I can just see
barely
the first glimmer of stars

the air  is new
 bringing Spring but not quite
in full bloom

I sigh

pleased to be free  among the early night air
to slow my pace
my heart
from racing  round the chaotic day
and instead

to linger
on you-
thoughts
of long limbs,
your stride as I watch you move through this life
daily chores, daily ventures

my hands long to touch the 
muscles,  wrapped in denim cloth
for I know the power of  your warm flesh,
when your legs push mine aside
and I am wrapped around you
as you enter into my depths
plunging all movement into
my very being
I am no longer an observer of the man
I am immersed
 a melding of spiraling atoms, stars, 
and I breathe
deeply
letting the vision fill 
all open spaces
against a  rising moon

I smile,
laugh gently
toss my books into my car
wondering 
that your walk
those long, lanky legs,
that stride
can invoke 
 such thoughts
this night
and  I slide the key
into the ignition
turn the motor
so I may leave

but lingering thoughts
take hold of you again
and I see you,
 smiling,
twinkling, playful intense eyes
as 
you turn to walk down your
long hall,
your body moving with ease,
long limbs, 

and 
once again
I 
want to touch
beneath the denim

 -- RJD -- copyright 4/23/98

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Like a river

my love moves across the surface in 

liquid swirls and eddies...creating her own

special places of seduction from sleek sand bars

a cleft reminds me of secret places where

I long to come to shore...stretch my arms 

legs

mind

heart

and enter her 

-- DSF -- copyright 4/24/98
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"O" and...

here is the silk beach, where I lay my head

for rest -- experiencing the rich musk of 

life

that she radiates...

like stars across my eyes

or her legs around mine

here is the sleek wet strand

of our love...

seeking the waters, the waves that roll

beneath us both

and which she captures in the well

of her -- the receptive goddess has taught this

woman well...and I study with Isaeri, upon this 

silk beach

-- DSF 4/25/98


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Isaeri invites me to dance...

Under dark sky clouds and here and there stars

We seek one another...

On the terrace, in the rain...our bodies warm against

    one another...flesh to wet flesh...sliding like waves

    on slick beach...

On the grass of meadow in late afternoon...pale sky...

    and pale skin to your dark...as I looked into your

    dark eyes with my blue...I see the delicate motion

    of the earth

~~ copyright David Farrar 3/31/98

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Isaeri invites me to sing...

      whispering as she touches the rising coil of me

      in the garden I linger

      lips to precious petals, delicate and vibrant with life

      tongue-tip to dew    

      to share the scent of mother earth
      
      to taste the honey 

that transports my voice to songs of the sky

-- David Farrar copyright 4/1/98

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Sligh variations on an obvious theme...

Isaeri...

When we dance....our skin open to one another...
	
naked fleshed-nerves tingling and starved for touch...

When we dance...our mouths closing on one another’s

	warm, sweet tongues tasting and searching for the other’s...

When we dance...my long hair brushing across  your breasts...or the silk of your opened blouse...

	rich, swelling wave of delicious primal and universal rush

		of love’s honey
		of nature’s breath
		of human’s love...

When we dance...curling about one another...each seeking the other’s source...


	the rising shaft -- pulsing with life’s blood

	the pink, moist petals of the flower -- pulsing with life’s blood

	my lips to your petal lips...fragrant with musk...

	your lips to that column throbbing...

When we dance...sharing this rushing river’s plunge...

	to explosive spread of sighs, songs...and soft cries...

DSF -- copyright 3/30/98

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Isaeri invites me to her heart...

As I sleep sometimes -- she visits me secretly...and I feel

fingertips teasing (not sure if I am dreaming the delicious paths of 

her hands)

lips touching me with warm whispers against my chest (still I wonder

if I am dreaming -- so rare and exquisite a sensation reserved for 

dreams and paradise?)

eyes engaging mine...and I slip from the unfocused pastel of what might

have been a dream

into the morning light -- I am returning the gaze of those beautiful eyes

as I begin my own tentative exploration of her face, her breasts, her

sweet tummy and the delicate flower below...

DSF -- copyright -- 4/98

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With her eyes


With her eyes...she touches me gently -- the light dancing there

Reflects me as someone loved...my body is something to be

Cared for...as she will...as I allow her...

With her eyes

She speaks to me in murmurs and breathless whispers 

That quicken the sense of my own flesh -- hard, but so

Willing to surrender as

With her eyes

She conquers my doubts and

Draws me to the island of silk and sweet release

DSF -- copyright 4/98

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Wuv to wuv you...

your wips...they touch me in the most dewicious way...hehehe...

your wegs...they enwap me, they move against my wegs in such

a way I cwy out songs with wich and pwimal mewodies...hehehehe...

be vewy vewy careful...I'm wusting for Isaewi...hehehehe

-- E. Fudd -- copywite 4/98


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Water -- 

© David Farrar 8/15/98

     On a warm evening...we spray water on one another...

you were dressed, at first, in a striped tank-top body suit --

the one with the strategic snap...

     I sent clouds of cool water at you...carefully aimed

at your breasts...

at your flower...

     I was rewarded 

as you laughed and took it from me, to aim small clouds of mist

in my direction...soaking my tank top shirt in similar places...

     I made low, quick noises...laughing...

and when I reached you, and lowered my lips to those first targets...

they were erect...your nipples hard and firm...but pliant to my lips

...eager to meet my tongue...

     Since that evening, which ended some time later, as the sun was
rising...the mention, sight, or sound of water...the feel of it...
the taste of it...has never been the same...

-- David Farrar -- for RJ -- this August evening...

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© RJ Wing -- 8/17/98

I am awake
despite the dark room
starlit night
and black clouds
I am awake
dreaming
of your hands
upon my breasts
holding them gently to your
moist mouth
letting your tongue
taste my passion 
through soft nipples

With my hands
I bring you to me
ask you to sit where I can see you
your firm shaft upon
my flesh
so that you may feel the heat within...

I caress the tender head,
with gentle fingers coaxing
the energy within 
so I may hear your moan,
watch you arch your back
feel your legs move mine
aside so that you may begin
your descent
to the garden

And I feel your urgency
as my own petals
 unfold
blossoming with expectant pleasure
welcoming your
entrance

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NB -- © DFarrar 8/17/98

...sleeping had become difficult at times...

      and yet --

            I've discovered that the simple act

            of removing all my clothing, except perhaps for a t-shirt

      seems to disolve tension...remove distraction...ease my mind...

...and sleeping becomes a means of deeper psychic connection --

     one in which --

            I feel your naked bottom with my sex...with my heart...

...and I rest, peacefully, against your silky skin, no worry, no 

     second thoughts...only the feeling of deepest satisfaction...

 -- for Renee...on another warm August eve...

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And I Love Her...

"I give her all my love, that's what I do...

And if you saw my love...

You'd love her too...

    And I love her..."

-- © Lennon/McCartney // 1963 -- Captitol Records // 1985 -- Apple 
Records...

     She gives me everything...
and tenderly...the kiss my lover brings...
she brings to me...

    And I love her..."

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